User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-3135907-20130319210814

As the hordes of King Aridu continue their siege of the mountain fortress of Salamandastron, a small meeting is being held by the few remaining hares of the Long Patrol. A clamor of weapons, clanking armor and hares' voices fills the great dining hall. Lord Urthpaw raises his arms for silence. "Now, friends, soldiers, good fellows to the last, I called this meeting to decide how we shall combat the growing absence of food and supplies in this mountain. I call upon any harejack in our great home to come up with their solutions to the problem. Oh, and yes, Trogger. Moles can give their ideas as well. Any thoughts?" A silence descends over the room as hares rack their brains for plans and schemes that could save them and their friends from death by either the enemy or starvation.